Category: Name Image
Do you know how, when you’re a kid, your friends’ names are just your friends’ names? It seems to me that the younger you are, the less likely you are to realize that other kids’ names are unusual, and certainly kids have no real idea about what names seem dated or ethnic or “weird.” On the contrary, names seem so inextricably linked with the people who bear them that names are cool or not based on the person him or herself.
Welcome to Nameberry’s newest column, The Name Sage. Every week, I’ll answer one reader’s questions about naming a baby-on-the-way, or general baby name angst. And here’s the best part: we’d love it if you would add your thoughtful suggestions and comments to help expectant parents decide. The world needs more nicely named children, berries! Want to see your question featured? Please email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Kathleen and her husband are expecting their first child, a boy. She writes:
Here’s our dilemma: my husband is in love with the name Peter.
While I don’t love it, it has started to grow on me. My main concern is the dirty joke associated with it. Do you think that’s still an issue these days? Also, can you suggest any some middle names to go with Peter?
In retrospect, it was so cliché it hurts.
The first real-live hipster I spotted was back in 1997. He was entering a record store (I know, I know…), wearing a mustard colored cardigan, black-rimmed glasses, skinny denim and Chucks.
A lengthy 18 years later and hipster culture has finally spilled over into the mainstream. From Zooey Deschanel’s prime time show, to fast food commercials featuring 20-somethings donning plaid shirts, slouchy hats and handlebar moustaches, the modern hipster style is prominently featured and easily identifiable.
By Linda Rosenkrantz
For what seems like forever, this pair of sainted sister names, Agnes and Agatha, have seemed like the quintessential starched, buttoned-up, high-lace-collared, mauve-dressed Great-Great-Grandmother appellations.
I’d like to propose that we let the unbuttoning commence.
I met someone named Bea the other night and I knew instantly that I liked her.
How could I not, given how much I liked her name? To me, the name Bea feels accessible and down-to-earth yet at the same time unusual and elegant — a fantastic combination. And once my new friend Bea told me the history of her name — that her full name was Beatrice, but that her mother really wanted to name her Bridget after her grandmother, which was also my grandmother’s name — I decided we were going to be good friends.
Which set me thinking: Do you automatically like someone if you like their name? Do you find yourself positively disposed, friendlier than usual, simply on the basis of an attractive or intriguing name?
Of course, people may prove to be not as charming as their names.